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know anything about me. For your information,
if
my mother found the right guy, I’d be happy for her, no matter what.”
     I could no longer contain my emotions. They boiled over like a pot left on the stove too long.
    “How
dare
you accuse me of being jealous of my own
mother
?” My words trembled with anger. “Later.” I was heading for the door. I could stay in the room no longer.
    “Megan, wait,” she called.
    I didn’t stop walking until I was at school.
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    I avoided Erin all morning, which was hard considering we both had mostly AP classes. Not only did we have the same classes, but we usually sat together.
    In English that day I sat next to dowdy Maudrina Salley, who no one wanted to sit near because her clothes smelled like she borrowed them from her dog. But today I didn’t care.  I plopped myself down right next to her. When Erin entered, I avoided her gaze, burying my head in
A Tale of Two Cities
by Charles Dickens, the book we had just started reading in class.
    At lunch I normally sat with Erin in the cafeteria. Some days Matt would invite us to join him at the jocks’ table, which was normally reserved for athletes and their girlfriends. Even Alonzo Briggs and Jeremy Bowen never complained, and they were the biggest jock snobs on campus. Matt’s athletic prowess pulled that kind of weight.
    Having the ability to walk in Matt’s world elevated us. We were still geeks, but being friends with Matt put us a few rungs up from the bottom of the social food chain.
    On the day of the argument, I sat alone on the quad. I didn’t stop by the cafeteria to pick up something to eat. I was alone and hungry, but my anger would not allow me to join my classmates inside.
    The quad was a ghost town, with the occasional student tumble weed racing across, late for class or lunch.
    “There you are.” Matt’s voice from behind. I turned, thankful he was alone. “What are you doing out here?” he said, his words a soft probe.
    “I’m not hungry. So I thought I’d get a jump on my homework.”
    “I see,” he said, eyeing the doodle I was drawing on my notebook cover. I turned the book over.
    “Besides, there’s someone in there I don’t want to see. But I’m sure you already know that.”
    “Yeah,” he breathed softly. He took a seat next to me on the stone bench. “She’s sorry.” He lifted my chin with his thumb and forefinger. Our eyes met.  “Megan, she didn’t—”
    “Do you think I’m jealous of my own mother?” I blurted.
    “Course not. Although I
do
think you’re a bit over-protective of her.”
    “Over-protective!”
    “Hear me out, please, before you go jumping down my throat.”
    “Okay,” I said through tight lips. “Talk.” I did not promise to listen.
    “Megan, I’ve known you since kindergarten. And it’s always been just you and Suze. I think maybe you’re concerned she’s making a bad decision.”
    “She
is
making a bad decision. Matt, the guy’s a bonafide loser. I just want her to date the kind of guy she deserves. You know, somebody hip, and handsome, and worldly, and fashionable. The kind of man she can walk beside with her head held high. I don’t want to sound like a snob or anything, but she shouldn’t be dating beneath her. And Miller is definitely beneath her.”
    “Your Mom’s smart. She’s probably just testing the waters.”
    “Yeah, well, I think she should…” I was in the midst of a knee-jerk response when Matt’s words got through to me… And they made sense. “What was that again?”
    “Huh?”
    “What you just said.”
    He thought for a moment. “Um, your mom is one of the smartest people I know—”
    “No, no, something about testing the waters.”
    “Oh, that. I think your mom is probably testing the waters with this guy. I’m sure Mr. Right hasn’t even shown up yet.”
    I smiled. That had to be it. She was testing the waters. Miller was a warm-up boyfriend. My mother is no fool. She can spot a loser a mile away. She was